Fall's Silenced Soliloquy

Desperation clings to the branch Wrestling with a frightened leaf Begging a howling wind for more Wondering why one leaf would fight The wind abates, she sits alone Desperation clings to the branch Weeping in the hoar frost darkness Beneath a cold, uncaring moon Where had the color gone, the songs the nesting birds, chirping crickets Desperation clings to the branch In Fall’s silenced soliloquy An inexperienced drummer A rattling of untrained sticks Counting coup on Winter’s coming Desperation clings to the branch